Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“Did I interrupt something?” she asks. I look down and see that my assistant is on her knees at the side of my desk—and remember that just a moment ago my head was back with my eyes closed.
Fuck. “My peace of mind, Ms. Krieger, unless you got married.”
“No, it’s still Ms. Krieger. Not that you cared to find out, Mr. Masterson.” She has no idea how much I cared or how much I know. Of course I know there’s no other man, because I chased all prospects away. Ran those little pricks off, sent them running with their little peckers between their legs begging for their mommies.
Smirking, I tell Cynthia, “Please leave us for a moment. You can leave those papers right there. Since Ms. Krieger wants to be a smart ass on her first day, she can learn a lesson in manners.”
Cynthia flinches and says, “But, Mr. Masterson.”
“Leave us.” As soon as she leaves, I stand and lock the door, giving no fucks that my dick is harder than my mahogany desk.
“Now, Ms. Krieger, it’s been a long time since we’ve spoken to each other. Four years, if my memory serves me correctly.”
“Well, you are old…”
I grab her chin and stare into her pretty eyes. “Watch that tone with me.”
“So, are you so rough with Cynthia?” she pants. There’s anger in her eyes, and something else…jealousy. Fuck—dick hard, brain power completely gone, I have to stay in control or I’ll bend her over right on the spot and forget everything I have planned for us.
“No, she’s an excellent assistant.” She glares at me with such venom that I’m turned on even more.
“Now, go pick up those papers I dropped.” As she turns to pick them up, I adjust my cock so it’s not blatantly tenting my slacks while I admire her ass. Once she’s done, she sets them on my desk, and I lift my gaze.
She gives me a fake smile. “What’s wrong? Your back and your knees too sore to get them yourself?” she mutters under her breath. I’m on her in a heartbeat with my chest pressed to her back.
“Sweet Jilly Bean, you’re not a little girl anymore. I’ll make your knees so damn sore if you keep testing me with that mouth of yours.” I press my hand over her mouth, and she parts her lips so I slide my finger inside. She sucks on it just like I’ve imagined my dick sliding between those perfectly plump lips. “If you want to keep your job, you’ll go out there and learn to do it. I need to run a company, not play with a little girl wanting to get spanked.” I pull my hand away, step back, and open the door, holding it for her to exit my office.
She could easily file a complaint with HR about me in a heartbeat for that shit. What was I thinking? I don’t know what I’m doing. I pack my shit on my desk into my leather satchel and stomp out my door, scowling toward Cynthia’s desk. “I have a meeting and won’t be back in the office for the rest of the day. Tell my jackass brother.”
“Sir, you have a call from Ms. Wallace. She wants to know if you’re still on for dinner.”
“Yes.” It’s another business deal, but I’m sure the woman wants more. She’s in for a rude awakening because there’s only one woman I want, and she just sucked on my finger like she’ll soon suck on my cock.
Chapter Three
Jillian
“So, you knew the Mastersons before they hired you, didn’t you?” Cynthia asks me the second the elevator door closes behind Sawyer’s broad back and handsome backside.
“Yes,” I answer, blowing out a hard breath and sending a strand of hair out of my face.
“Oh my goodness. There is something between you two, isn’t there? I’m sorry I mentioned anything about Ms. Wallace.” I hold back the tears because there’s no way I’ll shed another one for that man. At least, that’s what I tell myself. He’s my boss and nothing more, despite what happened back there. Hell, I don’t know what came over me.
Twisting my lips and shrugging, I mutter, “I don’t suppose she’s some sixty-year-old lady ready to sell her company.”
“No. She’s perfect, and she has eyes on them. Well, Sawyer in particular since he’s the one handling the deal.” She responded to me and her email at the same time, working effortlessly. Everything about Cynthia is effortless; she’s beautiful and smart, and she’s well put together. I’m surprised the guys haven’t already fallen at her feet. Could that be the reason she’s leaving? Have they hurt her and left her with no will to stay? I understand that more than anyone else. I’m not sure what possessed me to say yes when Lennox offered me the job yesterday. Who the hell am I kidding? I know exactly why I jumped at the offer. Being close to Sawyer is all I’ve thought about for years.